Date Three

 of the Week, Began in Similar Fashion to Date Two; Murder Traffic. My Second Greatest fear, of being late was overcome as i made it to the West Village bar with a couple Minutes to spare. She looked Pretty,  Elegant, really well put together, Smelled great,had that amazing British Accent, and to put it over the top utilized the Oxford comma. With neither of us Drinking it was sodas, and Cheese platters.  A spirited discussion over the spelling of Blue Cheese, and as it turns out i was wrong and the menu Spelled it correctly Bleu, spilled over to our dating war stories, of which her's were a lil more interesting than mine. We Spoke of the IRA and then the Israeli- Arab Conflict of which i was suspicious where her sympathy's lied, Not Trying to win hearts and minds, and in a serious mode, not trying to win  the other stuff too, though it would be nice. I suggested one needs to See, and hear both narratives, but i understood that the UK is inherently Anti- Israel. She was going to go to Israel last summer, but thank's to Obama, Delta Grounded all flights for a while, she chose Brazil. It saddened me a little that we got along so well, as I was probably A little too Jewish for her, and by a lot. Leading me to think again of why even go out..... Their is an answer?..............